Do not do anything this evening that constitutes going into an air conditioned room. Stay outside in your Adirondacks, or on a blanket with a picnic basket, or go look at the stars out at Pinnacle, or walk the river at Murray Park or Riverfront Park of the North Shore Riverwalk, or put the top down on the convertible and enjoy a slow drive through Hillcrest, or go watch a ball game at Junior Deputy's parks, or hit some golf balls, or dust off the tennis racket, or go for a nice run down Kavanaugh. But do not, unless you can't avoid the commitment, do anything indoors.
Why? Because according to the weather guys, this is the last comfortable day we're going to have. Well, their forecast only goes out seven days, but beginning Wednesday it starts inching up well into the 90s, an incremental degree or two a day, and you know damn well this is it, the end of any comfort zone in the summer, and that the next two months and probably through the first week of September, it is going to be HOT AS HELL. Miserably hot, the kind of hot that makes you play Christmas songs ("Let It Snow" works real well) on your iPod just to feel cool again. The kind of hot that makes you buy into that Paul Greenberg Dem-Gaz column he's run year after year after year about things to do to feel cool. The kind of hot that makes you wonder why the heck you picked Arkansas as your home state, as if things would be any better anywhere else right now. Well, there is Maine. But you wouldn't want to live in Maine in November.